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"That's all. Jest Walter Watland." The man who steered the boat was the captain; he climbed over the side of the Aurora, and presented the aspect of a man not unlike Mr John Eagle; he looked sour with succession of bad weather, with little ships that made nothing but leeway on a wind, with immensely long voyages, with shortness of rations and fresh water, and with the aridity of the ocean which he had been forced to keep for nearly the whole of his life. "Gollies!" exclaimed Maurice. "It's your rabbit foot charm. Where d'you find it, Bill?".
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